Bliss

unnamedI watched the waves crash onto the shore as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. You cuddled me into a beach towel, and we sat in the sand with your arm around me for the longest time. We kissed, and I felt fifty shades of awful for having another boy on my mind. Really, I was the scum of society.

In theory, it was the best date I’ve ever had. But I knew I was with the wrong person. Call me crazy, but I would rather sit in the DMV and drink stale coffee with you, than have a romantic evening overlooking the Pacific from a private freaking beach with him.

It’s the people you’re with that matter, not the place.

 

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